every day is a test of my strength. and everyday i fail. aish.
after my mom told me that auntie emily said that i’m going to have major health problems in the coming year - all the little things that have been wrong have been magnified. there seems to be something wrong with….well, everything. from the way I walk, to the way my bone is structured in my foot, to my shoulders, to my skin, to my teeth…the list goes on.
who can sit at a cafe on a sunday morning with me, book and coffee in hand, in silence. and be able to call it a good time.